(re-run) Twenty years ago, I was a dealer in an antique collective with 35 dealers. I was 45; everyone else was 65. My prices were so low that the other dealers shopped my room, bought my stuff, marked it up and put it in their rooms. One Sunday, I was working my required 12-5 shift… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Sweetheart
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Shake-up in the Routine
(re-run) I’m a creature of habit. If it’s Monday, then it’s exercise with Carolyn at 9:30. If it’s Tuesday it’s chorus at 7:00 p.m.. If it’s Wednesday, it’s exercise with Milan at 9:30. If it’s Thursday it’s Wild Card day. If it’s Friday, it’s exercise with Yuko at 9:30. Only this week things were goofed… Continue reading Shake-up in the Routine
Dating and other Things Over Fifty
(re-run) Sherry didn’t get her first colonoscopy when she turned fifty, like she was supposed to. She put it off instead. Did she have one done at 51? No, she did not. 52? Nope. Finally, Sherry scheduled it to be done at 53. She was so nervous when she went in that the nurses asked… Continue reading Dating and other Things Over Fifty
Don’t Call Me Sweetheart
(re-run) Twenty years ago, I was a dealer in an antique collective with 35 dealers. I was 45; everyone else was 65 or older. My prices were so low that the other dealers shopped my room, bought my stuff, marked it up and put it in their rooms. One Sunday, I was working my required… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Sweetheart
The Crack in my Face
(re-run) Because my adult child moved in, I changed bathrooms. They get the new one at the other end of the house, and I get the hallway one with the skylight and window (the master bathroom is a cave). I was putting on my make-up the other day with daylight coming in. There it was,… Continue reading The Crack in my Face
Shake-up in the Routine
(re-run) I am a creature of habit. If it’s Monday, then it’s exercise with Carolyn at 9:30. If it’s Tuesday it’s chorus at 7:00. If it’s Wednesday, it’s exercise with Milan at 9:30. If it’s Thursday it’s Wild Card day. If it’s Friday, it’s exercise with Yuko at 9:30. Only this week things were goofed… Continue reading Shake-up in the Routine
Don’t Call Me Sweetheart
Twenty years ago, I was a dealer in an antique collective with 35 dealers. I was 45; everyone else was 65. My prices were so low that the other dealers shopped my room, bought my stuff, marked it up and put it in their rooms. One Sunday, I was working my required 12-5 shift when… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Sweetheart
The Crack in my Face
(re-run) Because my adult child moved in, I changed bathrooms. They get the new one at the other end of the house, and I get the hallway one with the skylight and window (the master bathroom is a cave). I was putting on my make-up the other day with daylight coming in. There it was,… Continue reading The Crack in my Face
Dating and other Things Over Fifty
(re-run) Sherry didn’t get her first colonoscopy when she turned fifty. She put it off instead. Did she have one done at 51? No, she did not. 52? Nope. Finally, Sherry scheduled it to be done at 53. She was so nervous when she went in that the nurses asked Joe, a regular patient and… Continue reading Dating and other Things Over Fifty
Participation Trophy
(re-run) My millennial children like to make fun of themselves for all the participation trophies they earned in childhood for soccer, basketball, softball, baseball. Two of them recently ditched the trophies. One of them kept hers. “Why did you guys give us trophies for everything?” Child # 3 asked. “The pendulum swung the other way… Continue reading Participation Trophy
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